"Once in awhile, you can get shown the light in the strangest of places, if you look at it right." - R. Hunter

"If we had any nerve at all, if we had any real balls as a society, or whatever you need, whatever quality you need, real character, we would make an effort to really address the wrongs in this society, righteously." - Jerry Garcia

I love when they play phish on the weather channel, always make the day seem a little better, and its pretty often too.

as for the original thread, I was doing a delivery for a customer from the store I work at, and as I went to ring the doorbell, all I could hear was the intro to Scarlet Begonias. When he answered the door, he told me if I could name the tune and band I got five bucks. I got cocky and tried to name the year of the show, but was off and the guy just laughed. It was pretty cool, never had another experience like that, plus I made five bucks!

Summer of 73 I'm in my room at my parents house in NYC listening to a cassette someone gave me from The Europe 72 tour. There was a very jazzy DS going into Sittin' on top of the world. My Dad came in my room and said who's that?(He was a jazz freak)I told him and he was pretty impressed. Well about a week later I walked into my house into the living room and there's my Dad listening to the tape I played him the week before. He really dug it

Of all places, going to a commercial on a Nascar telecast I heard the segue jam into Rider off Europe 72' before. I was flipping my channels past, and pulled a double take. It's funny what our ears can pick up sometimes in a split second.

Not the GD but...That reminds me of the time I stepped out back for a smoke at the bar & grill I use to work at and glanced across the street at the dudes painting the funeral home while people were entering the building for a funeral...what was blaring outta their truck?..."Don't fear the Reaper"! I got a kick out of that one.

Traveling around Europe in 1994 (?) I ended up in Gibraltar after an epic overnight ride from Madrid (another story by itself).

Anyhow, after finding a bar to relax in, I sat there with my friend clutching a beer only to hear the sounds of 'St.Stephen' pounding out of the bars sound system.

At first I was simply amazed, then I heard the intro to the program: "Tonight, continuing our series on 60's American rock, THE GRATEFUL DEAD". And what followed was an hour of the boys taken from various early albums.

Needless to say, my non-deadhead friend couldn't understand my amazement; but I'd been almost 3 weeks with no music - a lifetime for a deadhead! In the strangest of places, indeed.